February 9, 2010
By , Vancouver, Canada
Haiti I hear your cries,
I hear your voice break in the crumble of dust and brick work.

Haiti I see your tears,
I see your tears run red with the blood of your children.

Haiti I see your hands,
I see your hands reach out, across the oceans to ask for help.

Haiti I feel your fears,
I feel your fears that the help will diminish as quickly as the buildings you sleep in.


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